blackberry moon
the clench
of his fists

dream-eater
her nibbled down nails
have nothing left to give

woodpecker
he picks
at my faults

black-eyed Susan
I should have left him
the first time

Previously published:
Failed Haiku Senryu Journal, September 1 2016

the wind
punches a paper bag
against a wall
the red-raw places
and bruise-black holes

Previously published:
Blithe Spirit, Journal of the British Haiku Society,
Vol 28 number 3, August 2018

FemkuMag An e-zine of Women’s Haiku
June 2019, issue thirteen

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